This is a song about "The life cycle of a butterfly"

I would still be pessimistic, all aggressive in a brutal cycle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I used to be a mugger, then i got out of the cycle

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle

Lady at the frank stand will

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

The cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss